You don't belong here.

Grandpa’s Curse licked your cheek, a cold, wet brand of warning that made your stomach drop. Do not try to proceed. Not one step more. The consequences will be more than you can bear.

This is your one and only chance. Bow. Apologize. Plead for mercy with whatever pride you still have left. Then go. Turn away, leave this place behind, never look back, and do not speak a single word about anything you witnessed here.